Thursday, July 19, 2007

Evil Nature

I no longer know what is the sun like when it scorched my back.

No longer know how it feels like washing myself in my sweaty red devils jersey.

No longer feel the wrath of my thunderbolt booties.

No longer, feel that my heart skip that beat. alongside any certain somebody.

These days, everything is numb.. too perplex to hav any certain feelings..

Utterly convinced that i live this life to the max. with no intermission between periods.

For i wont see day turn to night. neither how wonderfully the sun rises.

and yet the struggle for freedom of this wrangle persists.

When nature wants to drill a man, and skill a man.

When nature wants to mould a man to play the noblest part.

Uncompromisingly, she yearns with all her heart to create so great and bold a man.. that all the world shall praise..

Watch her method, watch her ways.

How she ruthlessly perfects a man she royally elects.

How she hammers him and hurt him and with those lowdown blows that converts him into shapes of utter sad fuck which only nature herself understands.

When nature wants to wake a man. When nature wants to make a man to do heaven's will.

With what cunning she prepares him. How she happily gloats and never spares him, how she whets him and frets him and in poverty she cursed it upon him.... How she often disappoints those whom she sacredly appoints.

When nature wants to name a man, fame a man.

When nature shames that man so to make him do his heavenly best....

She tries the highest test that her cunniest may bring.

When she wants a god or king. She reins him and restrains him, keeps him yearning for ever more, to induce his ever burning desire to stand out.

She lures and lacerates his soul. cast a jungle in front of him, so that he clear it, casts a desert on him, so that he fear it.

Come on. Subdue it if he can.

Watch her purpose, watch her ways.

Fools are those who called her blind.

When he walks his feet torn.. toes bleed and bruised, his spirits dun heed. His hopes burn in the presence of defeat.

Crisis! crisis! The people beseeched salvation.

A leader heeded the call.

Then nature she showed her despicable plan.

The world has found this man.

Evil nature.